Russell G. Robison

TWISTED

Was it not a thing worth doing?
This question in me lives
The years have brought some distance
And I know my God forgives

My thoughts return to distant days
Knowing there’s no future there
And though I’ve carried on
They are still moments that I share

I’ve opened up too many doors
Reminding I’m not tall
And far too many dark times
I admit I still recall

Why do my thoughts get twisted
By those places I have been
Don’t want to but I know
That I’ll return to them again

Author’s Note: You know my friends, there are things in me I will never shake, a realization I find no comfort in, but still, the writing of it has been a savior of me in a way, though I know my friends grow weary of its endless nature